Drinking liquor doesn't solve anything
He always said with a cheeky smirk
But then again neither did drinking milk
If you say any different you are just a jerk
So said an old mate with all the answers
As he sipped on a beer with a smile
For that was the way that he always thought
And I still think of his home spun guile.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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